For Future Emails, My Golden Finger Is Myself

In Lao Nie's yard, the utensils scattered all over the floor should be his previous works.

Hoes, kitchen knives, hatchets, etc.

But in Yi Yan's analysis panel, you can see more than that.

[sharp kitchen knife;

Quality: Extraordinary;

Enchantment: Sharpness LV3; Bleeding LV2; Explosion LV2;]

[Sharpness LV3: The sharpness of the blade is increased by 60%. 】

[Bleeding LV2: The wound is difficult to heal, and the amount of bleeding increases by 50%. 】

[Explosion LV2: It will explode when hitting the target. The intensity of the explosion is related to the input energy. 】

[Rusty hatchet;

Quality: Extraordinary;

...]

[Low-key fire stick;

Quality: Extraordinary;

...]

…

A yard full of magical weapons, more than 90% of which are of extraordinary quality.

The extraordinary level is a realm above the spiritual level.

Yi Yan didn't know how much a weapon of extraordinary quality was worth, but none of the professionals in the team had ever produced a weapon of extraordinary quality.

Thinking about it, extraordinary weapons must be worth a lot of money, otherwise how could a palace master like Yuan Chenghong not prepare a few of them.

Walking into Lao Nie's home, Yi Yan saw the anvil in the corner and his eyelids jumped wildly.

Analysis panel pops up information:

[Old Nie’s anvil;

Second-class source spiritual objects;

Function 1: Spiritual crafting makes it easier to forge high-quality equipment.

Function 2: Strong enchantment, the forged items come with at least two enchantments.

Function 3: ward off evil spirits, ward off gods and ghosts within a range of three meters.

Note: A man who can blacksmith is a man with strong yang energy and strong muscles, hehe...]

hiss!

Yi Yan secretly took a deep breath, then turned around naturally and asked:

"Uncle Nie, how long has it been since you last forged?"

Old Nie shook his drooping left arm and glared at Yi Yan sideways: "Three years!"

Uh... Speaking of someone's sore point, Yi Yan touched his head in embarrassment and said, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake.

Uncle Nie, actually I am also very interested in forging.

This anvil of yours looks good to me. Can you... sell it to me? "

Yi Yan made a random excuse and wanted to see Lao Nie's attitude towards the anvil.

He originally wanted to "send it off", but he was worried that his current official status would embarrass old Nie.

Those who embarrass old Nie will die!

Yi Yan doesn't dare to take risks.

Old Nie glanced at the anvil in the corner and said flatly:

"If you want it, sir, take it."

"That's not possible. How can I take your things for no reason?" Yi Yan touched his pocket.

It seems like I don’t have anything valuable.

Embarrassing!

Yi Yan shook out a pair of stainless steel chopsticks and said:

"Can this thing get into your eyes, Uncle Nie?"

Taking the stainless steel chopsticks, Lao Nie's eyes lit up: "This... what kind of material is this? It's a good thing."

Of course, stainless steel.

Modern high technology is definitely not available in your era. Yi Yan said with a smile:

"As long as Uncle Nie likes it."

"It's too expensive. I... I can just keep one. Anyway, I'm useless and can't strike iron anymore."

Lao Nie hurriedly declined, and finally returned all the other stainless steel chopsticks.

A stainless steel chopstick was replaced with a second-class source spiritual object.

This time, there are opportunities everywhere in the core, and it is really not a lie.

Yi Yan happily held the anvil and looked up and down, completely forgetting what he was here to do.

Lao Nie studied it repeatedly with stainless steel chopsticks, completely forgetting that there was an extra person in the house.

a long time……

Yi Yan finally figured out the refining method of this anvil and brought it into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The refining method of each source spirit object is different. This anvil is relatively simple, just input a certain amount of energy.

Only then did Yi Yan remember that he still had something serious to do, so he turned around and asked:

"Uncle Nie, do you know that many people have died in the village recently?"

Hearing Yi Yan's question, Lao Nie's face suddenly turned gloomy and he nodded lightly.

"Is Uncle Nie familiar with the deceased people?"

"How can we not be familiar with someone from the same village?"

"Uncle Nie, do you have a good relationship with them?"

"generally."

"Uncle Nie, how did you break your hand?"

"It was accidentally interrupted three years ago."

…

Yi Yan asked many questions, and Lao Nie cooperated.

But his answer was very simple, and he seemed unwilling to say more.

Finally, Lao Nie became impatient and said:

"My lord, you don't need to spend more time with me.

When they died, I was the first person in the village to suspect me.

On the third day, I was tied up and locked up in the village chief's house.

But people still die every day, and this matter has nothing to do with me. "

Um?

Yi Yan suddenly felt something was wrong.

The villagers were the first to suspect Lao Nie.

Why?

It shows that the villagers also think that Lao Nie is the murderer. What grudges does he have with the deceased?

In the future email, he emphasized that Lao Nie was not the murderer and told him not to offend him.

That old Nie is definitely the key to this level.

Yi Yan wanted to ask something else, but Lao Nie had already issued an eviction order:

"It's getting late, I'm going to bed."

It's already dark outside.

The time in this village is different from that outside the cave. Yi Yan and others came in after breakfast.

But it was already evening when we entered this scene.

Adhering to the principle of not embarrassing Lao Nie, Yi Yan could only leave.

After passing the courtyard before leaving, Yi Yan turned around and asked:

"Uncle Nie, my kitchen knife broke. I think this one in your yard is good. How about selling it to me?"

It's just a random excuse, and Lao Nie won't dig into it anyway.

"Take it and leave quickly!"

"No, how can I take it for free? I'll give you another chopstick."

Yi Yan spent another stainless steel chopstick in exchange for an extraordinary and high-quality kitchen knife.

at this time.

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

The door of Lao Nie's house was smashed open, grazing Yi Yan's scalp.

Yi Yan: "..."

Yuan Chenghong, Weng Tong and others broke into the yard, and there were dozens of villagers watching outside.

"Tied!"

Yuan Chenghong gave an order, and four bodyguards rushed forward and pushed Lao Nie to the ground.

Lao Nie struggled for a while, then gave up and was held down tightly.

He didn't speak, just looked at everyone calmly and coldly.

"Hey...hey...what are you doing? Let Uncle Nie go." Yi Yan panicked.

[I am not the same group as these reckless people. 】

[Uncle Nie, you have to see clearly that I am on your side. 】

Yi Yan actively expressed himself in front of Lao Nie to show his innocence.

The truth is not important, Yi Yan just wants to live safely.

"Little brother Yi Yan." Weng Tong looked over with a smile:

"Have you been here a long time ago? It seems that you have found a lot of clues."

They worked for more than an hour and visited dozens of houses in the village before they found some clues pointing to Lao Nie, the former blacksmith in the village.

Yi Yan looked honest and said:

"I just walked around casually. I asked Uncle Nie. He shouldn't be the murderer. Are you mistaken?"

If I defend Lao Nie again, it is also to save his teammates.

This is a landmine. If you want to step on it, please do it yourself.

Yuan Chenghong was too lazy to pay attention to Yi Yan, looked at Lao Nie and said:

"Three years ago, your son Nie Dao was burned to death in the village. The seven deceased were all among the original initiators.

You have been holding a grudge all these years and want to avenge your son, right? "

There was a trace of blood in Lao Nie's dull eyes. He struggled for a few times and then gave up.

Yuan Chenghong turned to Yang Zhaoran and said, "Director Yang, tell me about your autopsy results."

Mental barriers and violent suppression are useless.

You must provide enough evidence to convince everyone.

Yuan Chenghong also knows a lot about the dimensional field.

"The bodies of the seven deceased were all charred, and the internal organs and skin were charred to the same degree. It seemed that the internal organs and the skin were burned together.

Each body was found missing its left arm, but these were all people with intact limbs during their lives. "

Having said this, everyone couldn't help but look at Lao Nie's left arm.

What a coincidence.

This is very similar to the revenge art of murderers in certain cases, allowing the enemy to experience his own pain before death.